9781936653027BorntobeWildArsuaga

by Cynthia Arsuaga

  “I didn’t think you were…sophisticated, no.”

  “Welcome to the world of technology. Now show me you what you have. I don’t have the entire night you know.”

  “Are you always this demanding?”

  “No. I’m anxious about finding out if our suspicions are right. I’m kidding about the entire night thing. I can stay awake just as long as you can.”

  “Are you challenging me prinţesa?”

  “Me? Of course not. Now, how about the list?” But if I were, I’d beat you, for sure.

  They faced off with similar taunting grins.

  With a few keyed entries on the keyboard, a list of vamps and their respective businesses came up on the monitor. Two hours later and faintly blurry-eyed, Alex stretched her arms over her head and stood.

  “Do you have anything to eat? I’m just a bit hungry and thirsty. This late night work has thrown my diet out of whack.”

  “No, I don’t entertain humans here and have no need for your kind of food. Sorry.”

  “Great. Not even any soda or coffee?”

  He laughed. “Alexandra? I’m a vampire, why would I have soda or coffee?”

  Knowing it broke Rule Number Nine, she asked anyway, “Hmm, how about some of that wine you suggested earlier?”

  “I can do that. Any particular vintage you prefer?”

  “Anything with a cork and not a screw top is always nice.”

  He wrinkled his brow. “I only have the best.” He pushed back from the desk and swiftly moved into the kitchen area, leaving Alex in the study.

  “Don’t entertain women much, do you?” She mumbled as he left the room.

  “I heard you, Alexandra.”

  “I wanted you to, Stefan.”

  Thinking the time had to be late she walked back to the computer and checked the monitor clock¾3:49 AM. Oh my God! No wonder I’m exhausted!

  Stefan returned with two glasses and a bottle of Syrah.

  “You were serious about the wine being nice. By the way, do you know what time it is?”

  “If I had to guess, about four.”

  “Not quite, but close enough. I need to get back to the hotel and can’t have anything to drink if I’m going to find my way there.”

  “Or perhaps you could stay here. You could work on the computer while I’m resting.”

  “Resting? Where would I sleep? I’m not an insomniac and can’t stay awake until tomorrow.”

  “You can use the bedroom on this floor. I have my own space downstairs.”

  She thought about his offer for about three seconds and decided she trusted him enough to remain in the house with him. “Pour away, big boy. I’m thirsty.”

  The conversation and the wine moved to the living room and the subject changed from the rogue to their personal lives. Alex sat at one end of the leather sofa, far enough away from Stefan’s touch as not to distract her. During the time spent at his desk searching vamps on the computer their thighs brushed and their fingers touched meeting at the keyboard. Every time their bodies made contact, her heart pounded in her chest. Due to exhaustion and arousal, keeping feelings and thoughts in check became more difficult as the hours passed. She reminded herself he’s a player, a vamp, ignore him, and keep her mind on business. Warts and scars.

  Now, sitting on the sofa, sipping the wine, her mind wandered back to her attraction to Stefan. Alone with a dangerous enforcer vampire should have been enough to scare the shit out of anyone. Standing before her, was a man, a gorgeous, intelligent man and more than anything right now, she wanted him to kiss her like he did last night. Passionately. Hard. Toe curling. Peel me off the ceiling kind of kissing.

  “Tell me about yourself Alexandra. I don’t know anything about you other than you’re from Florida, a vamp hunter, and curse like boys in a locker room.”

  His comment brought her back to reality and squelched her sexual appetite. For now. “Okay. You already know the best parts of me.” She chuckled quietly. “What else would you like to know?”

  “I want to know everything. More intimately perhaps than where you’re from and what you do for a living.” He moved closer across the sofa.

  Are you reading my mind again Stefan? Damn you if you are? Meeting her accusatory stare, he stopped, moving close to her. “Ah ha, you are aren’t you?” Putting the wineglass down, she stood in a huff. “I can’t stay here. You’ll attack me while I’m asleep. I know you will.”

  He rose from the sofa, standing within inches of her. The physical closeness sent shivers down her spine and her pulse raced. Except for the strong chemistry and physical attraction between them, they were polar opposites. She wanted to know everything about him intimately too. Her pussy tingled and the dampness in her panties caused her to draw in a deep breath. He’s a vampire and would probably smell her arousal. Dammit! How can I hide my desire now?

  “You can’t prinţesa mea.” He closed the last few inches between them. He ran his fingers along her cheek and down under her chin, lifting it slightly. He lowered his lips to hers, brushing them ever so close barely touching his flesh to hers.

  Is he waiting for me to make the final move? Awkward. What is wrong with me? Of course she wanted him to kiss her. God this is breaking one of the rules. Oh hell, go for it Alex. Reaching up, she put her hands around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. Goose bumps blossomed along her skin.

  He pressed the kiss harder, devouring her thoughts, her body, and her very soul. He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, so tight as to almost squeeze off her breath. The heat of their passion rose, an intensity so hot she felt her blood warming her skin from the inside out.

  The kiss from the night before was fierce, far hotter than the best of the guys she had been with back home in Florida. In fact, nothing in her experience compared to this. Her arms glided over his body, through his hair, down his back, squeezing his tight butt cheeks. There was no getting enough of him. She wanted to feel her skin touching his. Their tongues danced and explored each other, drawing circles around the insides of each other’s mouths.

  Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, stepping back and turning away from their embrace.

  “What’s wrong Stefan? Did I think something perverse even for you?”

  He turned to face her. His eyes glazed a deep, fiery red. Frightened by the expression on his face, her heart slammed hard in her chest and she took a step back. Instinct told her, find her clutch with the stake and holy water, but panicked remembering they were in the study. Dammit!

  “Alexandra, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

  “Yeah, right. I knew you only wanted me for my blood.”

  “No, not true and that’s really unfair. You are becoming so much more to me and before this goes any farther, we need to get a few things settled between us.” His voice carried a sensual, velvety quality. Alex lowered her guard, slightly. Her hunter defenses remained on alert.

  “Go on.” Warily she crossed arms over her chest and shifted weight to one hip.

  “I think you’ve seen my intentions toward you, my eyes turn red when I’m aroused, and I desire you. Not your blood, but your body. You have rules with your job, and I have one rule as well and I never break it. Both of us have to agree to want the same thing or it doesn’t happen. I will not coerce you, no mind control or physical force, nothing which will make you uncomfortable. If you say no, I will honor your wishes. It’s your choice and you control what you want and don’t want, prinţesa mea.”

  Alex stood dumb-founded by Stefan’s comments. A minute before she had been mesmerized and ready to give herself over completely to this sexy vamp and let him do anything he wanted to her body, and now he gave her a choice? What the hell?

  “Stefan? You’re telling me you’re a vamp with honor? You’re kidding, right?”

  “Hmm, I guess I am an honorable vampire when you’re involved Alexandra. And no, I am not kidding. The choice is yours.”

  “No mind control, my own free will? No taking blood by either
of us if I don’t want to, right?”

  “No blood, I promise.”

  “Like I can really trust a vamp?”

  Stefan stepped closer placing his hands on her shoulders, only at arm’s length. His eyes returned to the dark smoldering brown, which made her quiver between her legs and his gaze burned into her. “You can trust me.”

  Lowering her eyelashes, she took in the scent of him. Lord, she wanted him to touch her, rip her clothes off, and take her right there on the leather sofa. Oops!

  “I guess I have your answer.” Without another word, he guided her to the sofa, softly brushing her lips with his. He sat down, reaching around her waist to pull her down to drape her legs over the outsides of his thighs and face him.

  He cupped his hands on her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. “Are you sure Alexandra? There’s no going back once I claim you as mine.”

  Claim me? A tiny shiver coursed through her body. “I’m sure.”

  He gave a faint, upturned smile and his mouth came down hard on hers, engulfing her words and claiming her.

  Her blood warmed and eager hands moved to find the buttons of his silk shirt, hungering for his flesh to her flesh. He mimicked her move and fumbled to find the buttons on her blouse. In desperation, each ripped through the material discarding the shredded fabric in haphazard piles to the sides of them.

  Brushing her lips down the rough slope of his neck, she trailed her fingers down his chest. “God, you feel so good.”

  His fingertips brushed the pulse along her throat, which leapt and pounded madly. Feeling him tense as he scraped his mouth across the skin of her throat, he seemed to be fighting the urge to bite her. Could he keep his promise to her?

  He leaned closer. His breath cool, eyes red hot, and voice like soft, smooth jazz thrumming in the background of her mind. Burying his head along her neck, he trailed hot kisses over her collarbone and down along the crest of her breasts, cupping them with his palms. He teased and massaged the warm, sweetly curved mounds, bringing moans of pleasure from deep inside her. He ran his fingers along the lacy fabric and reached around the back and unclasped the bra, releasing the tantalizing offer of her aroused peaks.

  With his tongue, he wetted one lush rosy nipple while gently kneading and stroking the other. She ached for more.

  Threading her fingers through his wavy hair, she inched her way down his back, hot and wet, the musky scent wafted through the air. Gooseflesh covered her porcelain skin from head to toe as she traced her fingers over his skin, the sensation electrified her.

  Moving slim fingers around to his broad chest and the tightness of his abdomen, she felt the power, the energy along with his arousal, strong and hard, and her own wetness and heat.

  He pulled away, letting his eyes slowly roam over her body. He glided his hands lightly over her arms, up and down. He reached up and freed her hair from the elastic band. The long tresses tumbled over her shoulders and hid her breasts.

  “Alexandra, you’re a sexy and beautiful woman. I want to explore every inch of you.” His hands reached behind her neck and he pulled her down, his lips reclaiming hers in a hungry kiss.

  Her lips parted, accepting the silky touch of his tongue. He thrust and plundered, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. Her soft, curvy flesh pressed tightly against his incredibly hot body. She thought she’d burst into spontaneous combustion if they kept up this pace.

  His hands slid down to her hips and clasped them to bring her in closer to his hard erection. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her cheek along his, rubbing the stubble on his face—prickly, yet provocative. Above the whiskers, the skin, soft as a baby’s skin. She loved the tactile contrast of his face.

  Nuzzling her throat, he lifted his lips from her inviting blood engorged vein to meet her gaze. Unable to speak, he conveyed feelings through touch and the burning of his eyes leaving no doubt about his passion. The red glow flared up like air blowing on hot embers, sending a shiver through her.

  “What’s the matter? Why are you stopping?” she asked, brushing a tendril of his wavy locks behind his ear.

  “You. I want to taste you, but dare not without your permission. I promised you.”

  “You really are a vamp with honor. I’m not ready for you to take my blood, only my body. Please don’t stop, unless…you can’t control your desire.”

  “Oh, I can control my desire for your blood, but not your body.” His fingertips slowly meandered down the curve of her neck to the rise of her breasts, over her navel ring, and back to her cheek. “Alexandra, you do take my breath away, and I will give you much pleasure.”

  “Stefan, do you really think I’m beautiful?”

  “Like a spring morning in my homeland.”

  While the question of whether to trust him or not remained in doubt, the throbbing ache in her pussy overrode the discussion of the matter in her brain, compelling her to give into his touch. He didn’t need to use mind control on her, only touch her with his words, and they were sweet words. He thinks I’m beautiful.

  Stefan cupped her cheek with his hand. “Come here, prinţesa mea.” He was solemn, gently pushing her hair back past her shoulders. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, imprinting her essence into memory. She gasped as full, soft lips again licked the pebbled pink tip of one nipple, his tongue lashing it into hardness where he left off.

  Her body cried out for release. She moved her hands to reciprocate his touch. When she reached for his rock hard cock her moist loins rose from his lap, and he pulled her hand away. “No, no sweetheart. I’m pleasuring you.”

  Sliding firm hands around her waist, he lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the sofa. Unfastening her pants, he pulled them down past her hips and off, tossing them to the floor.

  As he rose above her, she shivered from the smooth power of his muscular frame pressing firmly upon her smaller body. Arousal zinged throughout her body from the contact and of the slick, wetness of her excitement.

  “Stefan, please.”

  He ignored her plea, one hand slipping down between her thighs, and in between her panties, lacing his fingers through the downy curls. A moan escaped her lips when he thrust a finger inside her wet passage. He moved his thumb in a circular motion to massage her clit. Her breathing quickened. He suckled her breast gently.

  Pressing him hard to her breast with one hand, she ran the fingers of the other through his hair. She was on the edge of coming, but he somehow knew to keep her there without going over.

  Quietly whimpering, she rocked her hips in rhythm with his hand. The heat intensified and skin tingled over her entire body.

  He released her breast and blew a soft, warm breath across the nipple sending shudders down her spine. He took her through a slow burn and it wasn’t enough for her. Wanting it hard, she dug her fingernails into his back to express her desire.

  “Stefan, I need you inside me.”

  Again, he ignored her plea. He hooked his fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. Being completely naked and exposed brought on feelings of self-consciousness about her weight. Stefan didn’t seem to notice, making her feel comfortable about being naked in front of a man for the first time in years.

  Pressing a kiss on her belly, he ran his tongue in circles around her navel, twirling the piercing. Her mouth gaped open. He trailed butterfly kisses down from her navel. He lifted her knees, kissing the inside of her thighs. Working slowly and meticulously toward her pale pink pussy, he spread her soft folds open. Her inner lips were blood red, hot, and dripping wet. With one long stroke, he licked her from ass to clit nearly levitating her off the sofa. He sucked and tugged at her clit teasing her toward release.

  God I want him to fuck me!

  “Not yet, sweetheart.” He gently thrust a finger inside her, pumping in and out a few times. Adding another finger, keeping rhythm, and a third. Letting her legs open wider, she rested one over the back of the sofa. He stroked the inner walls of her vagina while he continued
to fondle the now hypersensitive nub. Tension grew inside her, ready to explode. His fingers were moving incredibly fast, bringing on a sensation like falling off a cliff.

  Oh fuck me, Stefan!

  With the orgasm shooting through her body, she arched her back and desperately clenched the side of the sofa. “Oh my god, Stefan, you are incredible.” She struggled to catch her breath, holding her hand to her chest.

  He unfastened his trousers. “Alexandra, I will give you what you want and more. Are you ready?”

  “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

  He shifted his position and poised over top of her. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Anticipating his next move, she did as he commanded.

  He pressed his thick, long, rock-hard cock against the entrance to her pussy and thrust in deep, deep, and deeper yet again. He slowly withdrew to the tip and thrust hard again, and repeated again, and again. Sheer ecstasy built up irrepressibly inside her. He took her on another slow burn. Damn him! How does he do it?

  Without warning, another orgasm washed over her. Shaking and shuddering, her thighs squeezed tightly around his waist. He continued pumping hard until he reached his own release letting out a loud growl as he came, and then collapsed upon her.

  Raising up, “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Never better, stud. You’re magnificent beyond words.”

  He snickered.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I ended up on top after all.”

  She cut him a sharp stare. “Only because I let you, smartass.”

  “Hmm. So you think. And watch your language woman. You promised.” He rose from the sofa and extended his hand. “Come with me.”

  “Where?

  “To bed. It’s late. The sun will rise shortly. I’m not finished with you yet. I want to make love to you again and again.”

  “You’re up to it so soon?”

  “You inspire me and I’m a vampire. And you can be on top this time.” He gave her a devilish grin.

  “Ooh, how can a girl resist such an invitation?” Taking his hand, they walked to the bedroom.